The Disappearing Nen Beast

Ying's ability seemed almost innate...

It was hard to say whether it had anything to do with persecutory delusions.

But he really could distinguish the changes in Moyu before and after, clearly sensing the difference between them.

At first, he had only felt that Moyu was not someone to be trifled with. Then, more than an hour ago, he had felt that Moyu was very dangerous. And now, over an hour later, he felt an oppressive force emanating from Moyu, like a vast, looming shadow.

As he experienced those changes, Ying seemed to have witnessed Moyu's journey from weak to strong.

At least from Moyu's perspective, Ying's perception of him had indeed changed according to his strength.

Yet judging dangerousness solely by someone's increasing strength seemed rather absurd.

They had no grudges against each other. Even if his strength had increased dramatically in a short time, what reason would he have to threaten Ying?

Perhaps...

What Ying had "seen" might not have been merely a change in strength, but something deeper... something else.

Moyu considered Ying a rare talent.

If Ying could be taught Nen and use it as a foundation to fully awaken this innate talent, perhaps it would give birth to a very interesting ability.

Though he had such thoughts, Moyu would not rashly fill Ying's head with this kind of information.

"Let's exchange contact information?"

Moyu took out his phone and looked at Ying with a smile.

Ying was stunned for a moment before finally reacting two seconds later.

"No problem. I'll do whatever you say, Boss."

He fumbled for his phone, then quickly recited his contact number.

Moyu called the number Ying gave him and hung up after Ying's phone began ringing.

"Ying, right? I heard everyone calling you that."

Opening his call history, Moyu saved